Jan 9, 2012
How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love The Bomb
Now here is something. The tail portion of a vintage bomb. For real.
It's hollow and seems to have been used as a flower box in someone's garden for the past several decades, so there was a lot dirt and crud in there. Nevertheless, it sold for mucho bucks in a matter of minutes after it hit the sales floor. We should have asked for muy mucho bucks.
I took this picture with the paint can in there to give you a relative size reference. This bomb was big and heavy.
I'm also proud of my fortitude in not using the phrase "Da Bomb" anywhere in the text of this post. Especially the title.